College was filled with both positive and negative experiences, but I learned to swallow the latter while enjoying the former. I remember some of the campus parties and this strange feeling of separation from it all. At once I was part of that pulsating heart whose arteries pump blood to every single cell within the campus of that school, both living and inanimate. But at the same time I was a null zone, a black hole of nothingness. It was the strangest dichotomy to embody at such a formative moment in my life. Years later and I wonder why I didn’t appreciate the freedom I had and the open world of possibilities that was laid at my feet. Instead of having fun when I actually had the ability to, I allowed myself to be consumed by my mental health problems. However, I still had a blast at times in school and at the end of the day, I was there to get a degree and that’s what I did. My friends and I all had access to some phenomenal weed, that’s for sure. And at times we went as far as making cannabutter out of the cannabis flower products that we would buy from other friends who were dealers on campus. I will never forget the first time I tried making pot brownies back in college. We ended up using more cannabis than we initially intended and each brownie was extremely potent because of this. I ate my first brownie at 5pm and I was still high at 9am the following morning when I woke up to head to class. The next time I made cannabis edibles I was a lot more careful dosing out the marijuana so each brownie wasn’t overloaded with THC.